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HEALING THAT CHILD IN HER

Author: Caroluchy
last update Last Updated: 2025-08-15 05:37:08
CHARLOTTE'S POV

My eyes opened, but my eyelids felt heavy and sticky—crusted with last night's tears. A dull ache pulsed through my skull, and my limbs refused to cooperate.

Even blinking required effort, as if my whole body had turned against me.

The room smelled faintly of antiseptic and rain—that cool, damp scent that seeps through open windows.

The drumming against the glass told me the downpour was that heavy, its rhythm almost soothing. But my body was too weighed down to relax into it.

Suddenly, I felt two fingers pressed against my wrist.

"Her pulse is fast," an unfamiliar male voice said.

"That means it's very bad".

A second voice said with a panicking tone.

The second voice unlike the first, was very familiar.

"Please calm down, Mr. Leo. Let's check her BP."

That must be a male nurse or doctor, I thought.

A cuff was tightened around my arm, the pressure building until it released with a hiss.

Then a sigh followed.

"It's high. Significantly high. Wh
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    I didn’t give him an answer. Yet here I was, sitting at his dining table, eating the meal he had cooked for me. I had tried to refuse, but he insisted, firmly but gently, and I had no choice. You need to eat, Charlotte. You have to take your medicine, he had said. At this point, I am shameless. He was sitting directly in front of me. Not eating. Not drinking. Just watching me as I ate the food he made, with his question still unanswered. I wanted to ask why he wasn't eating, but before I could say a word, he started. “I wrote this new song inspired by you.” I almost choked on the food I was chewing. Inspired by me? What exactly is inspiring about me? And then—he began to sing. I nearly dropped my fork. I knew I had fantasies about his voice being used for a smut voice-over, but I never actually imagined he could sound so good. So autotuned. I stared at him, wide-eyed, barely tasting the food in my mouth. Now I understood what KC had meant when he once said I was horr

  • BILLIONAIRE'S PLUS-SIZE OBSESSION    AN ANSWER

    My head shot up that instant. His expression wasn’t angry, but hurt—like my words had cracked something inside him. He stepped closer, his voice gentler now. “Is this… because of what happened last night?” Heat rushed to my cheeks. I don't want to talk about last night how can I escape this?I looked up and noticed his lips twitched into a sad half-smile. "I know I failed you last night. It took you so much courage to ask me to kiss you… to be your first and… I couldn't get it up, and you got mad at me, Right? It's understandable and I am a sorry excuse for a man.” I froze. My throat closed up. I had to say something. “No—that's not true,” I replied immediately. "What's not true?"He asked. I looked down. "You are the best man I have known. A father, a brother, a friend..." "But not a lover..." he added. I stare up at him and swallowed tightly. "Do you still think I am gay?" "No… no… I don’t think you are gay. And also, I was not mad at you last night… please underst

  • BILLIONAIRE'S PLUS-SIZE OBSESSION    MY TYPE

    "Am I allowed to visit you?" I asked, trying to change the discussion. "Visit me? I wanted to ask the same. You know I am not residing in Hawaii. We came because Angela wanted a short break before she traveled to Africa. She is a rich model, so she sponsored our trip. Anyway, I live in Washington, D.C. If you ever feel like visiting, just take a flight. Tell me when you land, and I’ll pick you up myself from the airport. I told ya I need a roommate, and a big girl like myself will be perfect." That offer touched me so deeply that I covered my mouth for a moment, afraid my voice would break. “Thank you so much, Olive. Really.” I smiled faintly, a tear slipping free. "Don't mention it," she replied. Then there was a quiet moment where I could hear her breathing, like she wanted to say more but was holding back. "Can I ask you a question though?" she finally said. I was glad she did. "Yes..." I replied. "The guy you are staying with, what's your relationship with him?" Honest

  • BILLIONAIRE'S PLUS-SIZE OBSESSION    KEEP FIGHTING CHARLOTTE

    I sat down hard beside my phone, my knees folding in, my face pressing into my hands. The sob broke out of me before I could stop it — it turned into a sharp and ugly cry. I cried until my breath came in ragged little gasps, until my eyes burned and my skin felt too tight for my body. The room blurred around me. I could still hear my mother’s voice, my sisters’ mocking, replaying in loops even though I’d stopped the message. For the first time since I’d woken, I wished I could just slip back into that heavy, dreamless dark from earlier — I wished I could just die in peace. I lay down and closed my eyes, tears rolling down the side of my face. Then Olive and Angela came to mind. They must be very worried. I picked up my phone and scrolled through my call log, hesitating a little before pressing the call button, my heart still hurting from the WeChat message my mother sent to me. When Olive’s voice came through, it carried such relief that I almost felt guilty for making her wor

  • BILLIONAIRE'S PLUS-SIZE OBSESSION    A MESSAGE FROM MOM

    When I woke up again, my eyes weren’t heavy anymore. So I opened them and realized that the rain had stopped. I looked around the room, and it was empty — no sign of Leo anywhere. I pushed myself up slowly, surprised at how much lighter my head felt. My body still ached in a dull, deep way, but at least the crushing weight in my chest had loosened enough to let me move. The table beside the bed was cluttered, with my phone sitting there, face-down, the screen faintly glowing with missed notifications. I picked it up. Missed calls from Olive. Missed calls from Angela. Then… a WeChat missed call from Mom. My heart skipped. I went to my WeChat and found a voice message she had sent. A voice in my head told me not to play it — it would never be good. However, I hardly ever receive any messages from my mother. I wanted to know what her message was. I hesitated before pressing play. Her voice erupted through the speaker, loud and brimming with disappointment. “Charl

  • BILLIONAIRE'S PLUS-SIZE OBSESSION    HEALING THAT CHILD IN HER

    CHARLOTTE'S POV My eyes opened, but my eyelids felt heavy and sticky—crusted with last night's tears. A dull ache pulsed through my skull, and my limbs refused to cooperate. Even blinking required effort, as if my whole body had turned against me. The room smelled faintly of antiseptic and rain—that cool, damp scent that seeps through open windows. The drumming against the glass told me the downpour was that heavy, its rhythm almost soothing. But my body was too weighed down to relax into it. Suddenly, I felt two fingers pressed against my wrist. "Her pulse is fast," an unfamiliar male voice said. "That means it's very bad". A second voice said with a panicking tone. The second voice unlike the first, was very familiar. "Please calm down, Mr. Leo. Let's check her BP." That must be a male nurse or doctor, I thought. A cuff was tightened around my arm, the pressure building until it released with a hiss. Then a sigh followed. "It's high. Significantly high. Wh

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